Norwegian
Trad climber
Pollock Pines, California
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im hookin up my ladies
the best i can,
i take it so far as to eliminate
that threshold that distinguishes
outside and inside,
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justthemaid
climber
Jim Henson's Basement
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Nice pics everyone. This thread is fun. Jefe- your shots on the beach in Baja mirror some of mine. We've got some parallels. I'll raise you a cute polka-dot bathing suit as soon as Dad gets some scans to me. All my little kid photos seem to be in his possession.
My family was pretty outdoorsey. They were both LA Unified teachers so we had summers off. Skiing, hiking, swimming, Baja trips and we owned horses so I was outdoors all the time.
PS: @ Weege... Guess we won't be parking Arnie at your cabin any time soon ;)
PPS: @ Jefe.. Yup.. Kids these days...
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BASE104
Social climber
An Oil Field
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Jefe,
Those are some great pics. I MUST go scan the ones of my son when we were hanging out. He dug it.
One of the funniest moments was teaching him how to pee outside without upsetting the ladies. Priceless.
Now he is off in college.
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StahlBro
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Jefe,
Yep, Havasupai in the early 70's. What an incredible place.
Rob
Edit - Are those Chaco Cyn shots? maybe de Chelly? Chaco rules....
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Karen
Trad climber
So Cal urban sprawl Hell
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Every summer my family camped in the Sierra, namely Twin Lakes outside of Bridgeport. My Grandparents loved to fish, while they fished I would go explore. My Grandparents also camped along the coast at a place called, Faria-think that is how it's spelled-again it was all about the fishing.
My parents always were camping and exploring all over, from the Salton Sea, Joshua Tree, Dana Point (keeping in mind none of these areas were developed yet.
One summer (it was the year for me between 4th and 5th grade) we drove all the way up to Alaska, north of Fairbanks as far as we could drive the camper. We literally went everywhere you could drive up there. We ended up driving onto and taking the ferry back to St. George. That was cool, we slept in the camper then spent the days looking at the amazing scenery.
There is so much more but I will spare you. It is no wonder I totally love camping and exploring and have one a ton of it on my own, independent, never needed a partner, just would set out on my own. There's a world of beauty out there and I've never understood people who just laze around and don't get out there!!!
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drljefe
climber
El Presidio San Augustin del Tucson
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Topic Author's Reply - Feb 1, 2013 - 05:12pm PT
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stahlbro, yes, Canyon de Chelly, Monument Valley, Chaco Canyon, Bandolier, Sedona.
There's even one posted on a previous page of the hike into Havasupai.
Cool stories and pictures, folks!
My parents loved the Pueblos too.
Acoma, maybe?
Once my dad bailed my mom and I continued exploring together.
Lago Chapala or Patzcuaro, can't remember, road tripping deep in Mexico.
And I guess it all led up to this sorta thing
my favorite ground up FA from last summer, High Pro Glow
and one of my favorite boulder problems, with my buddy giving his kids an outdoor upbringing
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limpingcrab
Trad climber
the middle of CA
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I love seeing pictures of people outside with their little kids. Cool thread, getting me excited for my first, due in May!
And yes I did, very much. No pics on my phone though.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Me and Mom. Yosemite Valley circa 1954. We would stay for weeks and months at a time...me, mom, Grandma Turner and my sister...along with assorted aunts, uncles and friends. My dad ran the Sherwin Williams paint store in Merced so he would come up on the weekends. We had the run of the place...just had to show up for dinner and the firefalls.
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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out - where all the stuff that always was, pretty much still is
door - implies sanctuary, launching pad, base station, shelter place
up - harding was being cynical, up is where we drag our selves
bring - ok, folks made it possible technically
ing - and it goes on ... thankfully!
my folks, ya i owe 'em bigtime
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michaeld
Sport climber
Sacramento
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Hiking, Camping, soccer, baseball, track and field.
Then I turned 12, was the boss of me. Skateboard, biked, weed and alcohol.
Then I turned 16 and started playing video games 20 hours a day for 5 years until I found rock climbing.
I was outdoors for 95% of the time in those video games if that counts.
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Tarbuster
climber
right here, right now
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Outdoor upbringing?
No, not in the conventional sense.
My old man toted a B.A.R. and a heavy pack up and down snow-covered hills during the Korean War. He swore he would never hike again. Claims he's a sociopath, says he was never happier than when he was killing gooks! What a bunch of BS! I kind of get what he means tho …
I do have one very crisp memory outdoor with pops: I was four years old and he took me on a short day hike in the brush at the base of the San Gabriel Mountains above Arcadia California … Showed me how to kick the sides of my feet into the off-camber dirt trail where it sloped down and away into the ravine. Slow and deliberate movement, self-reliance, route finding, balance, technique: it's all in there in that one experience!
He took me to the sports car races a lot and left me to my own devices: so I was outside at Riverside Internationa l Raceway, pedaling around on my Schwinn stingray out in the dirt under the hot sun, watching big bore sports cars battle it out … and not very far from Mt. Rubidoux in fact. That was kind of an outdoor experience on steroids.
But as kids we were outside all the time, what with it being a 60s and all. My boyhood pal and I grew up more or less as brothers at the base of the San Gabriel Mountains. At 9 years of age we were doing long day hikes without supervision. By 13 we were teaching ourselves how to rock climb.
Hard to say if it's in our family blood to be ... outside.
If there's any link, it'd be traceable only as epigenetic.
Yosemite Valley, 1931, taken by my father's adoptive parents:
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